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MCCOLL I met my girl at |
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Woolwich Pier |
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Beneath the big cranes standing |
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And oh, the love |
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I felt for her |
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It passed all understanding |
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Took her sailing on the river |
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Flow sweet river, flow |
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London town was mine to give her |
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Sweet Thames flow softly |
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Made the Thames into a crown |
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Flow sweet river, flow |
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Made a brooch of |
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Silver town |
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Sweet Thames flow softly |
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At London |
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Yard I held her hand |
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At Blackwall |
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Point I faced her |
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At the Isle of |
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Dogs I kissed her mouth |
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And tenderly embraced her |
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Heard the bells of |
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Greenwich ringing, |
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Flow . . . |
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All the time |
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I had was singing, |
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Sweet Thames . . . |
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Lighthouse |
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Reach I gave her there, |
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Flow . . . |
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As a ribbon for her hair, |
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Sweet Thames . . . |
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From Putney |
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Bridge to |
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Nine Elms |
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Reach We cheek to cheek were dancing |
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Her necklace made of |
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London Bridge |
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Her beauty was enhancing |
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Kissed her once again at |
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Wapping, Flow . . . |
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After that there was no stopping, |
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Sweet Thames . . . |
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Gave her Hampton |
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Court to twist, |
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Flow . . . |
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Into a bracelet for her wrist, |
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Sweet Thames . . . |
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But now alas the tide has changed |
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My love she has gone from me |
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And winter's frost has touched my heart |
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And put a blight upon me |
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Creeping fog is on the river, |
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Flow . . . |
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Sun and moon and stars gone with her, |
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Sweet Thames . . . |
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Swift the |
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Thames runs to the sea, |
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Flow . . . |
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Bearing ships and part of me, |
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Sweet Thames . . . |